I keep meaning to purchase some “goal” clothes and put them up as “thin-spriration” if you know what I mean. I just hadn’t gotten around to it.

My boss gave me a $25 gift card to Macy’s for Christmas this year to buy clothes. I thought it was so sweet that she did that. I have had my eye on this dress at Macy’s for a while, but it was $59. I decided today to go look and see if maybe it might be on sale. Low and behold, it was $14.99, plus another 10% off of that.

It’s a Spring/Summer type dress, so I got it in a 1X, thinking that maybe it will fit by the time this Spring rolls around.

So, I’ve purchased my first “goal” piece. I can’t wait to see it when it gets here! I can’t wait until it actually fits!

I got a new cookbook for Christmas from my mom – Eating Well After Weight Loss Surgery, by Patt Levine and Michele Bontempo-Saray. It’s wonderful! It has tons of lovely recipes in it I can’t wait to try, and they are all high in protein!

I’m going to make Beef Stroganoff tonight – I love stroganoff and this is WLS friendly, unlike my other recipe, which has nearly a gagillion calories.

Here’s the recipe:

cooking spray

2 cloves of garlic, minced

1 pound lean eye round, cut into 1 inch cubes

1 6oz can of tomato sauce

1/2 c dry red wine

1 cup fresh mushrooms, sliced

1 bay leaf

1/2 c fat-free sour cream

salt and pepper to taste

1. Coat bottom of large nonstick skillet with cooking spray and saute garlic for 1 minute, until soft. Add meat and brown, stirring for 3 minutes.

So, way back, when I first had my surgery, and I was on liquids/mushy foods, I let you in on what I was eating. I’ve been on solids for two weeks now (although it seems like longer…sigh), and I thought you might like to see what someone at six weeks is able to eat.

Early morning, when I’m up and moving, I test my blood sugar (still normal – go me). Then I have my vitamin regimine with 16 oz. of water. I take – 2 gummi adult multivitamin chews, b12, iron, and my scripts – metformin for pcos, protonix (to turn off the acid receptors in what’s left of my stomach that I no longer use), crestor, and metroprolol.

I follow my 16 oz of water with 16 oz of coffee that has protien shake added to it – my version of a mocha.

Once I get to work, I have breakfast. Today, I had 2 small turkey sausage patties, 2 slices of frozen peach (which had melted by the time I got to work), and 2 tbsp of hominy with I Can’t Believe Its Not Butter Spray. It took me half an hour to eat.

Now it’s 8:30. In about 15 minutes, I’ll go fix myself an 8 oz cup of hot tea, and get another 16 oz of water – and I’ll probably mix Crystal light in with the water. At 10:30, it’s time for my second round of supplements – 1 viactiv calcium chew, and two magnesium tabs.

At 11:30, it’s time for lunch. Today, I’m having a morningstar farms chicken patty (which I gave 1/3 of to the dog this morning – not because I didn’t want it, but because otherwise it was too much food, and they don’t keep well), 1 slice of frozen peach and 1 frozen strawberry, and 2 more tbsp of hominy.

By 12:30, I will begin to finish up my water/Crystal light. I will probably get another 8oz of water by around 2:30 so that I can take my last round of supplements. More calcium, more magnesium, two more multi vitamins, metformin and metroprolol.

Dinner time is whenever I get home from work. Tonight, it will be a 3/8 of a cup of bean soup and 3 saltines. If I don’t get in all my fluids at work, then more fluids before bed.

I do 64 oz of fluids during the day.

Things I still don’t eat – sugar, regular bread (I will have it toasted – its easier going down), real fatty food, anything with more than 7g of sugar in it.

I still have food aversion – many days I will be nauseated at the sight or smell of food, and some days, I can only get in a few bites before my pouch says, “Ok, we’re done.” That’s ok – my pouch is doing its job. I always eat my protien first, save the carbs for last.

I’m used to things now. I have a hard time believing that some day, I’ll be able to eat more. My pouch is still healing. It’s only been six weeks. And I’m in that lovely honeymoon phase where the weight is finally coming off.

Despite the fact that food and I are no longer best of friends, I have not had head hunger. I have not mourned food. I can handle myself quite well around food, and I no longer battle those demons. Not yet anyway. But now I deal with my emotions, which is way harder than slathering them down with chocolate. Way. Harder.